"Impossible! It is absolutely impossible for me to sell it at such a low price." Centaur merchant Dotlu shook his head firmly and said.
"I can give you a discounted price of 4,500 kilograms of grain per ton."
Aslan said calmly: "I can't accept this price. Two thousand five hundred kilograms of grain is about the same. Don't think I don't know. You can dig up a lot of this stuff at your place."
Dortmund continued to shake his head.
"It's true that there are a lot, but we need manpower for mining, and we also need manpower for transportation here, and these manpower also cost a lot of money."
Aslan rolled his eyes and whispered: "I can buy in large quantities, three thousand kilograms of grain. Each purchase is guaranteed to be dozens of tons. If you want it, don't buy it."
After Aslan finished speaking, he made a gesture to leave.
Dotlu looked at Aslan gloomily and walked for more than ten meters before he rushed out and said.
"Sell it, sell it! Let's go inside and talk about it."
"That's pretty much it!" Aslan turned around, not necessarily saying it was expensive, but he made a V-shaped gesture to Cruze and the others behind his back.
Although Gareth didn't understand the meaning of this gesture, judging from the performance of Cruze and the others, it should be related to victory.
The smell inside the tent is worse than outside.
But for the sake of business, Aslan had no choice but to bite the bullet and come in.
"This guest, are you really going to buy fire stone on a large scale? I don't know how many tons you want?" Dotlu asked as soon as he entered the tent.
There was nothing in the tent except a wooden table made of simple wooden boards in the middle. There was only a circle of blankets placed around the wooden table.
Aslan saw that many places on the blanket were stained with stains that could not be washed away, and said helplessly: "That's natural, let's get fifty tons first!"
Duotelu was not too surprised, and asked cautiously: "As far as I know, the grain output in Changfeng Plain has never been high!"
Aslan shook his head indifferently.
"It's really not high. It's difficult to have food and clothing, let alone keep warm in the winter."
"But humans are not short of food! I have established a relationship with some human smugglers. If I sell this to them, I will definitely get a good price. But you also know how bad humans are towards us aliens. I just
Earn some hard money." At this point, Aslan was also a little angry, and his almost twisted expression made Gareth and Belmode almost believe what Aslan said.
If they had not personally escorted the lord Aslan all the way from Changfeng Town, they might have thought that Aslan was a half-elf lurking in human society.
Dorothy nodded with deep feeling.
"Okay, let's make the deal at this price. I don't know when your 150,000 catties of grain will be delivered."
Aslan naturally knew the reason why Dorut was so urgent.
Estimating the time, there is currently a locust plague in the Borean Steppe, even in the territories controlled by the Ottoman Kingdom.
"It will take at least a week to transport it here from the Changfeng Plain." Aslan said with certainty, and then said with a mean look on his face: "It seems that you are very short of food!"
Dorut glanced at Aslan warily and said calmly: "We are really short of food. After all, we are currently at war with the Ottoman Kingdom. It would be good to have more food reserves."
Aslan nodded with deep understanding, but sneered in his heart.
Well done, keep going.
"That's it! There's no rush. I made a big deal with the human race some time ago. I still have hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain on hand, and I plan to transport it here to sell it in one go. I don't know what else the nobles can sell.
." Aslan began to show his fangs.
"Preferably grassland specialties, such as wool, fur or something?"
Dorut's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard Aslan's words, and he quickly said: "Please wait a moment, I will invite my other companions to come over."
Aslan waved his hand very generously, and just sat in the big tent, taking out a jug of milk from the magic space and drinking it.
There is no such thing as space equipment in the Xinuo Continent. Magic space is a magic that a magician can learn after entering the intermediate level. The size of the magic space depends entirely on the strength of the magician and time.
After Aslan broke through the intermediate magic, he was also pleasantly surprised when he opened up the magic space.
I don't know if it's because of his soul or other reasons, but he actually inherited the magic space from his previous life.
You must know that in his previous life, he was a man known as the God of War. He fought on the battlefield all year round. From time to time, in order to prepare for sneak attacks, he was used to putting some heavy weapons into the magic space.
Don't think that he is just a magician, because there is no hope of breakthrough later, he spends his free time developing the magic space. In terms of the scale of the magic space, it is larger than many other magicians, at least several times larger than the Marquis of Medea.
When Aslan asked Marquis Medea about the magic space, her answer left Aslan speechless.
"It's enough. A magician is not a porter."
Marquis Medea is right, the magic space is mainly used to store the magician's personal belongings or combat props, which generally do not occupy much space.
For example, Marquis Medea's magic space has never been managed at all. It all depends on the increase when she breaks through the realm. After the magic space is opened, even if she doesn't care about it, every time she breaks through, it will increase by 0.5 times to 1 times.
, the size of the magic space is about ten cubic meters.
But Aslan in her previous life was three times older than her. Aslan was a little excited. What if the magic space doubled in the next breakthrough?
A group of people watched Aslan drink milk in a slow and orderly manner, but no one dared to speak.
After all, Aslan's identity is there, and they are not equally qualified to sit and eat with Aslan.
Satisfied, Aslan grabbed a handful of snow-white sand from the magic space, poured it into the milk, and then used his talent to create a magical object.
The milk in the glass pot swirled rapidly, and finally condensed into dozens of white toffee with a rich milky aroma.
"One for each person! Try it!"
Aslan poured the toffee into a silver plate and said calmly.
Baos immediately took it, and each person in the big tent was given one. Then he went out of the big tent and took the remaining toffee back after a while.
"Master! This is what's left."
"It's all for you."
Aslan waved his hand and said.
Cruze and others looked at Bos with envy. They saw that Bos very skillfully took out a silver box. Once he opened it, there were several candies of different colors lying quietly inside, and then he put the remaining toffee inside.
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Aslan looked at it and shook his head. This was Bos's biggest hobby.
No one thought that Baos, a tall man of nearly two meters, was actually a serious dessert lover.